About 6 months ago my band planned to rent a room in the NoHo facility, after a friend recommended…read moreit to me. He warned my about the property manager, Charles - that Charles is a weird guy and uncomfortable to be around, but you rarely have to be around him after the lease signing.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
We toured the facility once, we were with him for about 30 minutes. He spent about 20 of those minutes going on and on about how the bathrooms are so clean and theres cameras outside the bathrooms pointed at the door, so if one of us clogs the toilet and it overflows, he will know who to charge. I thought that was strange, and his energy was certainly that of a Joe Rogan-head stuffed to the gills with coke, but whatever - it was a cheap, clean room.
A few days later, we are ready to sign the lease, I go to the bank for cashiers check, my bandmates take off work to meet at TK at 8:30pm (strange everyone needs to be there when only one person signs the lease, but whatever).
We all arrive, Charles walks out and sees that our drummer has her TINY, elderly Chihuahua in her arms and he BUGS OUT. "YOU NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW! NO ANIMALS ON THE PROPERTY!!" We assured him we would never have the dog at rehearsal, and the dog could safely stay in the car while we sign the lease. "NO! GET OUT NOW! I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE. DEAL IS OFF!"
We were astonished and confused. We all went out of our way to be there that night, had the money, even had bank statements and we were chased off by this baboon of a man, foaming out the mouth because we broke a nonsense rule (no animals, even outside the facility, where stray cats are literally wandering around as we spoke) we had never even been told.
Fast forward to tonight. The bassist in my band plays with several groups and we're all planning to move into a new shared space together. Note: our bassist was barely involved with the NoHo TK tour... he knew some coked-up psycho kicked us off the property, but didn't know his name or the company name. Anyway, he finds a spot in West LA that sounds amazing and sets up a tour. We all get there tonight (members of all three bands looking to share the space) and Charles pulls up. I'm thinking "damn it, this guy sucks, but whatever, its water under the bridge."
At first he doesn't recognize the members of my band, everything is chill, but then he spots our drummer. Charles' overgrown toddler face turns from blank and dumb to rageful (and dumb). "You! I can't rent to you! You need to leave!"
I don't care how many red bulls you drink while pounding lines to get psyched up enough to leave your house at 8pm - you don't talk to a woman the way he spoke to her - you don't talk to potential clients like that - you don't talk to anyone like that.
She says "okay" and walks away to her car. 75% of the people there are so confused as to what just happened, so Charles goes on to claim that he can't rent to her because theres an ongoing lawsuit and lawyers are involved (lol, that is complete nonsense, wtf is he talking about). He then adds that he can't rent to any of the other bands because they KNOW her!!!!!
THEN he looks at me, and the few remaining neurons in his neanderthal brain start firing. "AND YOU! YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T BE HERE! WHY THE F*** WOULD YOU COME HERE!" I'm like "how on Earth would I have known that YOU would be here!? Also, why would I assume that I'm banned from every building in LA you manage because my drummer had a small dog with her one time?"
He then screamed at us to leave immediately. We gathered down by the street and I tried to give context to everyone unfamiliar with the situation. Charles then came back out, screamed more, claiming we can't even be across the street, I told him to call the cops, he went inside and never came back out while we stayed there and pondered what horrible private parts he must have been born with to make him the way he is. How he must have wanted to be a cop so much but probably failed the drug test. How he so desperately needs an outlet for his incel rage.
Do not rent from any TK Rehearsal spaces. Save yourself from dealing with Charles unless you want to go troll him (please do, that would rule). How this man still has a job is beyond me. Maybe it's a family business, I don't know, but he is quite probably the worst salesman or spokesperson for any business ever. And he looks like an idiot.